Its not fair when you say that I didn't try... I just don't care about you anymore
warning: general crude and sexy writing after this. This is for Erik and Dennis who asked me about my Ferris Wheel experience.
The ground crunched beneath my feet as I walked across the gravel lot towards the rickety temporary metal fence that surrounded the carnival. I could hear the clicking of the roller coaster and screams of people as it took a bend as I let my eyes scan along the fence for an opening. There, hidden by the growing shadows as the sun sank beneath the silhouette of the Ferris wheel, giving it an unholy red gleam, taunting me.
The bet was simple, really, but it required me to sneak out of the grounds and grab some sort of alcohol and sneak the bottle back in, because they searched troublemakers like me going in there. Not pat-downs, but they knew what we were up to. And they had to make a token effort.
Get on the wheel, and be drunk by the time I got back on the ground. The guys would test me before I even made it on, then again when I got off. I told them it wouldn’t happen. They say it would, that I’d be sloshed if I chugged a mickey.
We’ll see.
I did my best to suck in as I scraped through the separation of the fence, wincing as it scratched me anyways, the size I was wasn’t really the type that could be sucked in. Summers of laboring on the farm had gone past toned and built me quite extensively.
I winced and rubbed my chest as I walked through the grounds, closing my eyes and taking in a breath of the smells around me. I loved these things for the popcorn and cotton candy, the caramel apples and corn dogs. Carnivals had always been a time when my parents would let me take a day off and go have fun, I would run around and do the rides that I had been on a million times before, spending my allowance on as much junk food as I could.
Now I was too old to act like an idiot here, too young not to come, so I had found some sort of balance to it all. I was going to get drunk on one of the rides and try not to fall off and die.
I walked up to the group, Tom shoving a corn dog into his mouth , letting the ketchup and mustard dripping down his chin, I winced and averted my eyes to Chris who patted my chest and grinned, “you managed to get something?”
I nodded at that and chuckled, letting him lead me to the line up, listening as Matt rambled the rules out again, I hadn’t eaten? Nope. I hadn’t had a drink before? Nope. It was actual alcohol in there? Yes. I wasn’t going to start freaking out and get them all in trouble? Nope.
“So I’m coming with you, just to make sure you don’t take a sip and throw the rest away or something” Chris ruffled my hair as he dragged me to the loading station on the platform, grinning to the attendant and telling him he wanted a private car for the two of us.
I glanced at him, swallowing and letting a chill go down my spine, last time he had me drunk and alone, I had blacked out, only to wake up with him sprawled over me, both of us naked, on the front yard of his house. He told me he didn’t remember anything either, but things the last two weeks had been weird, he had barely left my side.
I climbed on board, sitting across from him as the attendant closed the gate and the wheel rotated, stopping again to let on more people before we raised into the night, invisible to the people on the ground because of the bright lights shining above us.
“ You going to start now?”
I glanced up at him and grinned, stretching my legs out on the ground and pulling the bottle of rye from my pants, breaking the seal lazily, taking off the cap and bringing it to my lips, quirking a brow as he watched me intently, “ You’re gonna take me home, tonight, huh?”
He nodded and I smirked, closing my eyes and wincing as I started swallowing the burning liquid, the wheel jerked to a stop causing me to choke a bit and sit up, glancing down as the attendant yelled up into the ever darkening night sky that the wheel was just a tiny bit stuck.
It always got stuck.
“Hey, that’s not fair… if I get drunk now, its longer than a normal ride, and we all know that you get drunker the more time you’ve drunk for”
Chris grinned wider at me, shaking his head and shifting across the car, closer to me and moving to run his hand through my hair, pulling it back as he forced the bottle to my lips, “ I’ll pay you back, Diesel…”
His voice was hot on my skin, warmer than the air around me as things started to cool off to a nice typical summer evening, the smell of cooking hamburgers wafting up and distracting me from the burning sensation as the rest of the alcohol poured down my throat.
He took the empty bottle from me and grinned as he put it on the ground, his hand traveling back up the inside of my leg as he continued to pull my head back so I was looking up at the sky, feeling the world slowly start spinning as his lips trailed down my jaw and neck, having the world’s slowest race with his hand that inched up my legs, even as I spread them a bit wider, making a soft noise as the sensations overwhelmed me.
“I saw you doing that strip show… for those girls at the party the other night..” I heard him whisper against my skin, his voice louder than my noises of pleasure as my hands slid over his hips, squeezing when he wouldn’t let me pull him closer, he didn’t say anything, so I finally responded.
“Learned last year… watching..”
“You always do go places you’re not supposed to” He grinned against my skin, nipping me hard, before continuing, “I want you to strip for me”
“ When…” I arched into his teeth, groaning softly.
“Now, Aaron.”
He pulled back after saying that, glancing down at the ground, I followed suit, nearly face planting the two stories to the ground as the world seemed to shake and roll with the movement of my head, he caught the back of my shirt and tossed me back sitting on the hard plastic seat, growling, “Now, Aaron”
I blinked at him, watching him for a moment as he sat back down and leaned back against the seat spreading his legs wide and resting his hands on the inside of his thighs, those green eyes watching me coldly, almost.
I don’t know why that turned me on as much as it did, but I stood up, spreading my feet to keep balance, and picked a song in my head, slowly starting to move to it as I started pulling off my t-shirt, my eyes staying on his as they took me in, the fabric covering my eyes as I pulled it over my head, momentarily pausing as it got stuck, hearing him make a low noise of pleasure.
When the shirt dropped to the ground and I opened my eyes again, letting my hands slide down my chest and stomach slowly, still moving to the same beat, I finally noticed his pants open, and his hand stroking his hard cock slowly, grunting for me to continue.
I shivered as I watched him, my hands running over my crotch, licking my lips as he arched a bit and made another noise under his growling demand for me to take it off. He knew that I wore nothing under my pants, most days. We shared a locker room for enough seasons that he had laughed at me a couple times.
My fingers found my buttons without me knowing, stumbling only because I was far too drunk, not even seeing straight, or anything other than Chris outlined by the stars around us. One pop and the button was done, causing the denim to shift down on my hips a bit more as I unzipped them, causing them to slide off and down my legs, Chris groaning and arching up. He growled at me to walk over there, and as I stumbled, he pulled a condom out of his pocket. He was prepared. The sober part of my brain paused as I looked down at him, grinning as I watched him slide it on his hard cock.
“You planned this”
“Damned fucking straight”
“Funny you say that”
“Shut the fuck up and get on”, his hands slid over my hips, gripping my ass and pulling me down over him, one of my hands gripping his shoulder for bracing, the other one guiding him in as he jerked me down, kissing me to cut off my yell as he throbbed in me.
The kiss continued, draining me of oxygen as he rocked his hips up into me and pulled me down, directing my clumsy movements as I scratched up his chest , pulling his shirt up a bit. He would only allow me enough oxygen to continue on consciously before his mouth took mine again, he smacked me a couple times as I faltered, jerking his hips and thrusting harder and deeper before I felt his body arch up and shake as he came in me, his hand jerking down to stroke me as he continued groaning weakly against my lips. He was relentless, not letting go till I had joined him in orgasm arching into him and whimpering as he kept my lips tight against his, not letting me make any sort of noise that would give us away.
And like that it was over, me shaking over him, looking down as I wavered, trying to fight back the impending darkness that this much alcohol threatened to do to my young mind. I heard him grin against my skin, his voice a low whisper, “of course you’re coming home with me, Aaron. You stay awake far longer than you realize”
The ground crunched beneath my feet as I walked across the gravel lot towards the rickety temporary metal fence that surrounded the carnival. I could hear the clicking of the roller coaster and screams of people as it took a bend as I let my eyes scan along the fence for an opening. There, hidden by the growing shadows as the sun sank beneath the silhouette of the Ferris wheel, giving it an unholy red gleam, taunting me.
The bet was simple, really, but it required me to sneak out of the grounds and grab some sort of alcohol and sneak the bottle back in, because they searched troublemakers like me going in there. Not pat-downs, but they knew what we were up to. And they had to make a token effort.
Get on the wheel, and be drunk by the time I got back on the ground. The guys would test me before I even made it on, then again when I got off. I told them it wouldn’t happen. They say it would, that I’d be sloshed if I chugged a mickey.
We’ll see.
I did my best to suck in as I scraped through the separation of the fence, wincing as it scratched me anyways, the size I was wasn’t really the type that could be sucked in. Summers of laboring on the farm had gone past toned and built me quite extensively.
I winced and rubbed my chest as I walked through the grounds, closing my eyes and taking in a breath of the smells around me. I loved these things for the popcorn and cotton candy, the caramel apples and corn dogs. Carnivals had always been a time when my parents would let me take a day off and go have fun, I would run around and do the rides that I had been on a million times before, spending my allowance on as much junk food as I could.
Now I was too old to act like an idiot here, too young not to come, so I had found some sort of balance to it all. I was going to get drunk on one of the rides and try not to fall off and die.
I walked up to the group, Tom shoving a corn dog into his mouth , letting the ketchup and mustard dripping down his chin, I winced and averted my eyes to Chris who patted my chest and grinned, “you managed to get something?”
I nodded at that and chuckled, letting him lead me to the line up, listening as Matt rambled the rules out again, I hadn’t eaten? Nope. I hadn’t had a drink before? Nope. It was actual alcohol in there? Yes. I wasn’t going to start freaking out and get them all in trouble? Nope.
“So I’m coming with you, just to make sure you don’t take a sip and throw the rest away or something” Chris ruffled my hair as he dragged me to the loading station on the platform, grinning to the attendant and telling him he wanted a private car for the two of us.
I glanced at him, swallowing and letting a chill go down my spine, last time he had me drunk and alone, I had blacked out, only to wake up with him sprawled over me, both of us naked, on the front yard of his house. He told me he didn’t remember anything either, but things the last two weeks had been weird, he had barely left my side.
I climbed on board, sitting across from him as the attendant closed the gate and the wheel rotated, stopping again to let on more people before we raised into the night, invisible to the people on the ground because of the bright lights shining above us.
“ You going to start now?”
I glanced up at him and grinned, stretching my legs out on the ground and pulling the bottle of rye from my pants, breaking the seal lazily, taking off the cap and bringing it to my lips, quirking a brow as he watched me intently, “ You’re gonna take me home, tonight, huh?”
He nodded and I smirked, closing my eyes and wincing as I started swallowing the burning liquid, the wheel jerked to a stop causing me to choke a bit and sit up, glancing down as the attendant yelled up into the ever darkening night sky that the wheel was just a tiny bit stuck.
It always got stuck.
“Hey, that’s not fair… if I get drunk now, its longer than a normal ride, and we all know that you get drunker the more time you’ve drunk for”
Chris grinned wider at me, shaking his head and shifting across the car, closer to me and moving to run his hand through my hair, pulling it back as he forced the bottle to my lips, “ I’ll pay you back, Diesel…”
His voice was hot on my skin, warmer than the air around me as things started to cool off to a nice typical summer evening, the smell of cooking hamburgers wafting up and distracting me from the burning sensation as the rest of the alcohol poured down my throat.
He took the empty bottle from me and grinned as he put it on the ground, his hand traveling back up the inside of my leg as he continued to pull my head back so I was looking up at the sky, feeling the world slowly start spinning as his lips trailed down my jaw and neck, having the world’s slowest race with his hand that inched up my legs, even as I spread them a bit wider, making a soft noise as the sensations overwhelmed me.
“I saw you doing that strip show… for those girls at the party the other night..” I heard him whisper against my skin, his voice louder than my noises of pleasure as my hands slid over his hips, squeezing when he wouldn’t let me pull him closer, he didn’t say anything, so I finally responded.
“Learned last year… watching..”
“You always do go places you’re not supposed to” He grinned against my skin, nipping me hard, before continuing, “I want you to strip for me”
“ When…” I arched into his teeth, groaning softly.
“Now, Aaron.”
He pulled back after saying that, glancing down at the ground, I followed suit, nearly face planting the two stories to the ground as the world seemed to shake and roll with the movement of my head, he caught the back of my shirt and tossed me back sitting on the hard plastic seat, growling, “Now, Aaron”
I blinked at him, watching him for a moment as he sat back down and leaned back against the seat spreading his legs wide and resting his hands on the inside of his thighs, those green eyes watching me coldly, almost.
I don’t know why that turned me on as much as it did, but I stood up, spreading my feet to keep balance, and picked a song in my head, slowly starting to move to it as I started pulling off my t-shirt, my eyes staying on his as they took me in, the fabric covering my eyes as I pulled it over my head, momentarily pausing as it got stuck, hearing him make a low noise of pleasure.
When the shirt dropped to the ground and I opened my eyes again, letting my hands slide down my chest and stomach slowly, still moving to the same beat, I finally noticed his pants open, and his hand stroking his hard cock slowly, grunting for me to continue.
I shivered as I watched him, my hands running over my crotch, licking my lips as he arched a bit and made another noise under his growling demand for me to take it off. He knew that I wore nothing under my pants, most days. We shared a locker room for enough seasons that he had laughed at me a couple times.
My fingers found my buttons without me knowing, stumbling only because I was far too drunk, not even seeing straight, or anything other than Chris outlined by the stars around us. One pop and the button was done, causing the denim to shift down on my hips a bit more as I unzipped them, causing them to slide off and down my legs, Chris groaning and arching up. He growled at me to walk over there, and as I stumbled, he pulled a condom out of his pocket. He was prepared. The sober part of my brain paused as I looked down at him, grinning as I watched him slide it on his hard cock.
“You planned this”
“Damned fucking straight”
“Funny you say that”
“Shut the fuck up and get on”, his hands slid over my hips, gripping my ass and pulling me down over him, one of my hands gripping his shoulder for bracing, the other one guiding him in as he jerked me down, kissing me to cut off my yell as he throbbed in me.
The kiss continued, draining me of oxygen as he rocked his hips up into me and pulled me down, directing my clumsy movements as I scratched up his chest , pulling his shirt up a bit. He would only allow me enough oxygen to continue on consciously before his mouth took mine again, he smacked me a couple times as I faltered, jerking his hips and thrusting harder and deeper before I felt his body arch up and shake as he came in me, his hand jerking down to stroke me as he continued groaning weakly against my lips. He was relentless, not letting go till I had joined him in orgasm arching into him and whimpering as he kept my lips tight against his, not letting me make any sort of noise that would give us away.
And like that it was over, me shaking over him, looking down as I wavered, trying to fight back the impending darkness that this much alcohol threatened to do to my young mind. I heard him grin against my skin, his voice a low whisper, “of course you’re coming home with me, Aaron. You stay awake far longer than you realize”